Your heart
had always felt
the need to move on.
You have faced each morning
with no real plan except to
keep on moving
follow one more river
ride over one more mountain.
After a while
they all look the same.
You have grown used to listening
to the sound of your own breath.
Now,
you find yourself listening
for the sound of something
beside
wind and water
crying crickets
the hooting owl.
After a while
you get tired of hearing
your own
heartbeat.
(for adam)
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During my third year in college, my best friend asked me a question that made me think and inspired me to write the verses above. I was back home in Cagayan de Oro City for the semestral break and we were sitting on the steps of the chapel in front of my house as we talked about our young lives. Our discussion was remarkably and inordinarily serious. But then, a lot of life-changing events happened to both of us that year. We talked about our goals, our plans, our dreams. Each of us had some that needed to change. Few had to be met in haste. Most had to be deferred.
I was rattling off my goals. Graduate in the Ateneo. Find a job. Not just any job but one that is satisfying and would take me to places. Travel. Explore the world. And when I get tired from it all, settle down.
That was when he asked me, "When do you think you will get tired?"
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Pablo Neruda
I do not love you as if you were a salt rose, or topaz
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
So I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
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a friend of mine sent me this link ages ago. i was preoccupied at that time and i remember i just added it to my virtual list of things-to-do-when-you-have-time-to-kill. i was cleaning my inbox this morning and i came across the email once again. i had already decided to set up my own blog and kept putting it off for months but when i clicked on the link and actually took the quiz, i was so inspired by the result i just had to create this blog today. :)
as my first entry, nothing else seems more appropriate...
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